Curtain Call

between my legs
your hand is felt,
however,
it was your mouth
I preferred...

between your legs
I reciprocate,
hoping,
to entice you into
spending the night;

between our lives,
responsibilities exist,
realities,
leaving us longing for
what we cannot have;

between our bodies
a curtain falls,
and we must change clothes
for our last scene.

12Jan14

Cursed

Remember me,
the next time you spread your legs,
hoping the find the illusive
staff of life;



Remember me,
as you kiss your way to ecstasy,
turning it one just as
easily as you
turn it off;

Remember me,
as you rape your way up the
ladder of happiness,
realizing too late it
is embedded in mud;

Remember me,
when your lover's love leaves
and you are left alone
to satisfy yourself;

Remember me,
as the sun bakes your flesh and
the soft beauty you once were
turns to snake skin;

Remember me,
and the fact that you were warned
about the curse that
never loving anyone
will do to you.

12Jan14

Cat Like

lick me as a feline

licks herself,

to clean,

to renew,

to remove the filth

of yesterday

from my pores

as if I

can begin again

after I dry.

12Jan14

Cashing Out

she whispers in my ear
tantalizing tales of seduction
resembling my past
while reminding me of my
own sexual dysfunctions
that always accompanies age,
leaving out the sweet smell
of sexual excitement
that I remember all too well;
her body presents itself to me
like bearer bonds offered to a bank
as collateral for a loan
to purchase a fleet of whores.

12Jan14

Returning

just around the corner
from the everyday life,
you try to lead,
never ending memories of
never ending fantasies are
illusions of reality you
find to be true,
each and every time you
want yourself returning
to his caring touch.

7Jan14

Acceptance

our love no longer transcends

but exists on its own, holding

us together loosely like wearing

a bathrobe over our feelings;

our love, like Monet's lilies, float

aimlessly in our backyard pond,

waiting for Spring landscapers

to divorce the old ones out;

our love, freezes like ice on a 

clothesline since thaws never

arrive early anymore, preventing

us from changing our feelings.

9Jan14

Twice

who so ever lives
beyond their prime
must die twice to
appease the gods
and balance out
life's subtle evolution.

7Jan14

Hiding

the soul of the beast

lives deep within me,

creating darkness to

hide the light from my

mid evil inquisitions,

regarding your love

affair with my devil.

7Jan14

Melting

flakes of chipped memories

slide down mental crevices

like the polar ice cap but

no global warming exists

inside my head other than

the heat that is generated to

stay two steps ahead of you.

7Jan14

Behavior

an arctic breeze swept over us
during the night but I remained
warm and cozy in our bed of feathers
beside my bird-of-prey wife;
her tender body burned like
charcoal against my skin, leaving
marks of sadistic pleasure upon
the layers of my foolish resistance;
morning alarms rendered a dark sky
and a white light reflected off the
pristine whiteness of a frozen snow,
forcing nature down like a rapist;
morning chores of sacrifice have
been abandoned by the wintry mix
reminding us these days can be just
 as unpredictable as human behavior.

6Jan14

Knowledge

there is a hole in my head
into which I have been pouring
knowledge all my life, but
recently have become increasingly
aware that the hole is getting
smaller as my head enlarges,
reducing the space between my eyes
but enlarging it between my ears,
so that my mouth is open all the time.

1Jan14

Friends

we embrace each other

as lovers and yet we

both know that is

not the case, at least

not yet...  but,  is this

that which we seek

or just friendship

and is either between

us now possible since

we are aware of how

good it all feels...

1Jan14

Too Clever

you are not alone
in your search for
happiness...
I too relentlessly
pursue that beast
as well, but I fear
she has alluded
us both again...
so, shall we agree
to meet on the morrow
and hunt again...

1Jan14

Sunsets

years pass too quickly by
and once when we were
innocents, we now are
supposedly old and wise;
youth never lasts longer
than it needs to while all
the remaining years linger,
punishing or rewarding
as if we were casino dice;
memories are won or lost
just as easily as rain
penetrates the ground and
harvesting the crops we sowed
is never done alone as we
once thought when young;
the past returns from time-to-time
but is no more than photographs
faded by the light and never
tells the story that we actually
lived until we learn to acquire
a taste for admiring sunsets.

1Jan14

Hangover

holidays are meant for those
who like to be entertained
and not for those who must
do the entertaining; yet,
we seldom acknowledge
the latter because we are
too busy enjoying the former,
becoming depressed when
our adrenalin ends and to
the reality of work we return.

1Jan14

Unnoticed

an angel sleeps at the foot
of our fireplace each night,
protecting us from the layers
of evil that are woven into
the night's fabric as we sleep;
we notice not the coverage
nor do we seem to care, but
always awake in the morning
thankful that we have her.

1Jan14

Living Waters

I have fished in the
river of life and
released them all,
since the sport of life
lives in how we cast
our line and in the
patience we exhibit
when reeling in all
the encountered
experiences...

1Jan14

Our Word

the word of man

fall short

in its ability

to be

believed;

its lies

have outlived

the men

who spoke them;

no sacred

honor

rests upon the

shoulders

of men

nor

upon his

back as he

turns

truth

inside out

to

advance

his own

selfish

opinion of

why he

lives

or

dies

a

broken man.

1Jan14

Return

hundreds pass by your
living grave but you fail
to notice even one of them;
mourn not for yourself
but for the others who have so
carelessly wept for you;
doubt your own inabilities
to love, not theirs as they've
been displayed time and again;
protect not your weaknesses
for they have become strengths
as you have hidden in slumber;
remove your clothes of despair
and rejoice among the living
that you will one day love again.

1Jan14

Winter Warmth

a winter mixture of snow,
ice, and arctic wind
blows through my mind,
chilling my only companion
into submission and
hibernation prevents me
from exploring the details
of your physical appearance
until the spring when the
warmth of love is desired.

1Jan14

Be Merry

bring me the maiden of the night and

let me dance with her until the morn;

let me drink of her delights and

feel my way around what she represents;

but, never let me see the light of day with

her for fear of burning for our sins.

24Dec13

Anchored

our course has
been plotted
and charted
and we are free to embark,
and investigate
that which we know...  or not
but disembarkation
must never be
until we really
understand ourselves.

24Dec13

Explorer

we vicariously dream of the
exploits we hope to encounter
while hesitating it completion
in case we are prematurely awakened
and presented with alternatives
rather than fixate on one.

24Dec13

Rain

warm dark rain descends from above hitting the ground

in rapid succession trying to endear itself into the fertile soil;

beside this battle I sit with a soldier's gaze, determining which

side might need me the most, noticing not the felines;

closing the door on the war, I return to the comforts of divorce,

surveying my possessions as if admiring victorious battles;

somewhere in the world I imagine two are trying while

just as easily I imagine that two might be crying and why we

must pay such a heavy price for loss...  innocence lost prematurely,

not hating life as much as we end up hating ourselves for

believing that believing would keep us all free and clear.

22Dec13

Melodies

Memories flow
through mental spaces
like the melody
of a distant flute
hauntingly
played by
melancholy lovers.

11Dec13

Recollections

recollections, tenderized over the years
lay in wait for old age to appear waving
the hand of forgiveness by hauntingly
vivid images of unnecessary forfeited innocence;

recollections, not imagined, teasingly taunt
the house keepers of my soul like a group of
ordained witches seeking protective asylum
from those who would be soon forgotten friends;

recollections, like acupuncture needles, pierce
the membrane of the fabric that shields me from
the escaped truth that once united my trinity and
provided me with gentle streams of mindful peace;

recollections, aged in the broth of cynicism, are
now removed from my mental grill and placed
on a delicate plate to be eaten and regurgitated as
though a mother bird was feeding her young wisdom.

10Dec13

A Toxic Cocktail

a winter's cold arrived early this November

as Fall leaves were falling to the ground like

the killing of soldiers in VietNam not too long ago;

my recliner has a cold, leather surface, a pre-

historic serpent encapsulating me as though

I was still inside my mother's womb; and, the

friendly but absent minded volunteers work around

me like band members who missed orientation;

it is deadly...  that, which enters the bloodstream,

killing youthful innocence on both sides, needing

to be extracted because they failed to pay the rent;

helplessly committed to this single source supplier,

my trust and confidence has been placed and it is

with a reticent belief that I will see tomorrow

and be able to shed all my regrets another day.

15Nov13

One Day Soon

Wisdom...
 our wisdom rests quietly
in a serene afterlife as learning moves
much slower than was anticipated;
we bend and manipulate the truth
according to our own desperate disparities
while preaching opposites to others;




Wisdom...
our wisdom rest quietly
in fertile mental soil, waiting for spring
rains to release us from global starvation;



Wisdom...
our wisdom hangs in the balance
to no beast or country
forever faithful
to all its silent owners and partners
in whose hands we have placed
its built in obsolescence.

31Oct13

Digressing

a sensation creeps over me like a
poisonous spider moving towards prey;
left with emptiness, I regurgitate
volumes of uncooked, undigested ideas,
many of which were premature stillborn;
peering into the self-incriminating darkness,
I pluck out the "i's" that have offended me,
offering them to the spider as a somewhat
hesitant, loosely constructed model for change.

30Oct13

Guides

night air cools

our senses...

cools,

our heated feelings...

cools,

our random desires;

drives us home

and back to bed,

pushing

and

pulling
its way along an

untended

mental garden;

reality

exposes the sun

and

the light

that

guides our path

always

back into the

night air.

30Oct13

HOLIDAY

Celebrate

New

Year’s

Day